I try to have philosophical thoughts
And I try to cup the stars into my palms
So I can pour them down my throat
And quench my sorrows.

I try to think pretty words
And I try to write until my fingers bleed
But it turns out
These letters aren't anything special.

I try to speak love and truth
And I try to show them
What they mean to me
So they don't believe the ugly whispers of the moon.

I tried.
But it didn't work.